Monday, April 10, 2006

What is this PLACE?Is it a place of prayer, the keeper of the Torah?Or is it a bank... the house of profit... the home to consumption?

These tables must be overturned... this system must be destroyed...All hell is going to break loose... IT'S TIME, I CAN'T LET THIS CONTINUE...

My brothers and sisters sit along the street hungry and lonelyWhile "they" are getting fat from this NEW TEMPLE OF THE EMPTY SHRINE

God wants to come back to the temple but there's no room for both God and your idols!!

NOBODY GETS HURT... BUT EVERYONE GETS THE MESSAGE!!!

Tables turnedUpsidedown Kingdom proclaimedA crazy man has come into your presenceHe's under Rome's radarThe elite are pissedBut the joke's on all of us...

Marketplace religionMarketplace politicsCapitalism before it was Superpower...Tables turned

Upsidedown Kingdom proclaimedRadical... open... communal... shared...This is the place where God seeks spaceLook upon the outcast and you'll see Gods faceEntering the temple of the empty shrineGod has come back... and is taking up residence...

But now Rome has taken notice... along with the elites...Breathing just got a little heavier. I need to pray and be alone for a while.

About Me

I am...
A traveling nomad who ponders the Good only while laying in a hammock.
A bard, or poet, who wants us to re-imagine what we see in the world so that we can learn to tell our stories in a different way.
someone who purposefully does not make sense nor take himself too seriously